Act ii. Sc. 3.
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye.

· Act ii. Sc. 4. O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified !


Act i. Sc. 5.

And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf.

Act i. Sc. 5.

Sleeping within mine orchard, My custom always of the afternoon.

Act i. Sc. 5. Unhouseled, disappointed, unaneled.

Act i. Sc. 5.
Yea, from the table of my memory,
I'll wipe away all trivial, fond records.

Act ii. Sc. 2. They have a plentiful lack of wit.

Hamlet - Continued.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

With devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.

Act iii. Sc. 2. Not to speak it profanely.

Act iii. Sc. 2. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man As e'er my conversation coped withal.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

I will speak daggers to her, but use none.

Act iv. Sc. 4. Sure, He that made us with such large discourse, Looking before, and after, gave us not That capability and godlike reason, To fust in us unused.

Act iv. Sc. 7.

A very

riband in the cap of youth.

Act v. Sc. 1. Cudgel thy brains no more about it.

Act v. Sc. 1.

Sweets to the sweet.


Act i. Sc. 3.

Rude am I in my speech.

Act i. Sc. 3.

These things to hear, Would Desdemona seriously incline.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Potations pottle deep.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

But oh! what damned minutes tells he o'er,
Who dotes, yet doubts ; suspects, yet strongly loves !

Act v. Sc. 2.
One entire and perfect chrysolite.



And stretched metre of an antique song.


My nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.


Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters where it alteration finds.


1328 -1400.

Squier's Tale, Prologue. And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.

Frankleine's Tale.

Fie on possession, But if a man be virtuous withal.


1553 - 1597.


Book i. Canto i. St. 37. A bold, bad man.

Book ii. Canto viii. St. 14. Yet gold all is not that doth golden seeme.

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The worst speak something good; if all want sense, God takes a text, and preacheth Pa-ti-ence.


Bibles laid open, millions of surprises.


Man is one world, and hath Another to attend him.

The Pulley.
If goodnesse leade him not, yet wearinesse

May tosse him to my breast.


1586 - 1616. 1576 - 1625.

Epilogue to the Honest Man's Fortune.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.

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